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Luckily for the rest of us there are those people who run toward disasters than run away. These are the folks who pick up the pieces so the rest of us can go on with life. They are the caregivers.
If they weren’t there we’d all be left with the blood, vomit and poop. Who will pick up the body parts and count the numbers for the daily news?
Some will say these are the Good Souls who care for their humanity, yet others wonder those others that cause all this destruction and mayhem?
When we arrive our birth mother and whoever is assumed to be the father are given the reasonability of caring for their offspring. They are given the responsibility to feed, cloth, find a place to sleep and educate enough to speak and poop. You have no choice in the matter.
If the authorities find you are not getting cared for, you can be taken away and given to the Fosters who will care for you. At a certain predestinated age you are let free to care for yourself.
The ideal of ‘growing up’ is to be able to make your own decisions. Then you find someone you want to care about for sexual favors. With that you become a caregiver instead of a caretaker.
As time goes by, you get to care for your pets and then you’re aging parents and as long as the money holds out your immediate family. You may even donate to food banks or non-profit organizations that take up the baton of assistance to those less fortunate. You can even volunteer your time to spend doing what most try to avoid.
When you past the age of no return, one must learn to care for them in task that was a throw off easy before the hair turned white. The simple chores of getting out of your nightshirt and into a pair of pantaloons will become challenging. It only goes down here from here.
If you have been privileged enough to have sired little ones, you can relax in the realization that they will care for you in your declining years. Don’t worry they will surround you on your dying bed while they check your wallet.
I’m now at an age where I contemplate what the next day will bring. If the routine is blocked, what are my options? There is no one else there to ask or advise. Did I do the laundry this week? What should I eat today? Should I put that picture up on the wall or wash the dishes?
When the caregiver is also the caretaker.
Take care.
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